A Sweet Little Maid

by Amy Ella Blanchard

  CHAPTER X

  The Picnic

  The children awoke on the morning of the day set for the picnic, toview, with anxious eyes, a grey sky.

  "Oh, if it should rain, wouldn't it be just too bad for anything," saidFlorence. "I should be so dreadfully disappointed, shouldn't you,Dimple?"

  "Yes, I am afraid so," returned Dimple, despondently, watching the smokerising from a distant chimney. Then more cheerfully, "See Florence, Idon't believe it will rain, for that smoke is going straight up. Youknow that is a sign it is going to clear. Maybe it is only misty and notcloudy."

  This it proved to be, for, as the day advanced, the sun came out and itwas as beautiful an afternoon as one could wish to see. Therefore verygaily they started forth to meet the rest of the party down at theriver's brink.

  "Oh, there's Mr. Atkinson," cried Dimple, catching sight of thisgentleman's pleasant face, "I am so glad he could come. I wonder if hesees us. I hope we can go in his boat, don't you, Florence?"

  "Yes, indeed, I do. He sees us. He is waving his hat."

  The two little girls ran forward and to their satisfaction were helpedinto Mr. Atkinson's boat with Mr. and Mrs. Dallas and Bubbles asfellow-passengers, Bubbles grinning from ear to ear and looking veryspick and span in a clean pink calico frock and a white apron. A stringof blue beads adorned her neck; she had added it as a finishing touch toher toilet.

  The boats pushed off and, after an hour's rowing, the party ofpicnickers landed at a pretty little island in the river. It was coveredwith trees and underbrush, but not so densely as to prevent theirfinding a space big enough for a camping ground where they could build afire and spread their supper.

  Most of the party preferred to go out on the river to fish, for somefine black bass could be caught here. Dimple, however, preferred to staybehind with Mrs. Dallas and one or two of the other ladies, even thoughMr. Atkinson said he would bait her hook for her, and would lend her hisfinest line and reel.

  "I feel so sorry for the poor little earth worms, first, and for thefish afterward, that I don't believe I should enjoy it," Dimple said,seriously.

  "But you can eat a piece of bass after it is cooked, can't you?" Mr.Atkinson returned, smiling.

  "Yes, if I don't see him caught."

  "Your little girl reminds me of those very tender-hearted children, who,when they saw the picture of the Christian martyrs, were overcome withpity, not for the martyrs, no indeed, but because there was one poordear lion that hadn't any martyr to eat," Mr. Atkinson said to Mr.Dallas.

  "That was a little extreme, I admit," returned Mr. Dallas, laughing,"but we do try to cultivate a humane spirit in our little daughter, andyou may be sure she will never wear a stuffed bird in her hat when shegrows older."

  Mr. Atkinson nodded in approval. "I'm glad of that," he returned, "and Imust say I think useless sport is wicked, but when one wants fish forfood, I think he may be excused the catching. And so, Dimple, itresolves itself into your going without the fish or the fishing, doesit?"

  Dimple nodded. She didn't exactly understand, but she supposed he meantthat if she wanted the fish for supper, she'd better remain where shecould not see them caught.

  Florence, however, had less compunction, and consented to go out in theboat, though she wasn't sure whether or not she should want to catch anyfish. But Rock, like most boys, was very eager for the sport, and hopedhe would be able to catch the first fish, and also wanted it to be thebiggest caught.

  "May Bubbles and I go anywhere on the island that we want?" Dimple askedher mother, after they had watched the boats start off.

  Mrs. Dallas, with Mrs. Hardy's help, was putting up a hammock betweentwo of the big trees. "I think it will be perfectly safe," she replied,after a moment's thought. "The island isn't very big, and you will notgo too near the water's edge, will you? I can see you from here--Isuppose in whatever direction you go."

  "I will keep away from the water, mamma, although I should dearly liketo paddle about."

  "You can take off your shoes and stockings and paddle right here on thisbit of shore when you come back from your exploring trip. I can watchyou then, and shall feel perfectly easy about you."

  "Where are the lunch baskets, mamma?"

  "Over there behind that tree."

  "What is that covered up with that grey blanket?"

  "Something Mr. Atkinson brought."

  "I didn't see it in our boat. May I peep at it?"

  "No, dear, I think I wouldn't. It isn't just the thing to indulge one'scuriosity about such matters. Mr. Atkinson had it sent up here, and ashe meant it as a sort of a little secret for you children, it wouldn'tbe polite to try to find it out."

  So Dimple with her little maid, walked away, not, however, withoutseveral backward looks at the grey blanket.

  There was not very much to see on the island, after all, for it was asmall place, and the most interesting discovery they made was a pile ofbig rocks at the upper end of the narrow strip of land. Here theyestablished themselves to watch the boats and the fishers.

  "I think Rock has caught a fish," exclaimed Dimple, when she had beenwatching for some time. "See, Bubbles, he is hauling in his line as fastas he can. There goes the reel again. Oh, I hope if he must catch them,that he will catch big ones. See that lovely red flower growing downthere between the rocks. I wish you would get it for me, Bubbles, andthen we will go back to where mamma is. I am as hungry as I don't knowwhat, and I want to ask mamma for a turnover or a biscuit or something.Get me the flower, Bubbles, and I'll watch to see if Rock really didcatch a fish."

  Bubbles promptly obeyed, but she had just stooped to pick the flowerwhen she heard a piercing shriek from Dimple. Mrs. Dallas heard it, too,and came running in the greatest alarm, to find, when she reached thespot, Dimple almost paralyzed with fright, continuing her screams, whileBubbles, dancing about, getting more and more excited every minute, wasvaliantly hurling pieces of rock at a large black snake.

  "Hyar come anudder," she cried, as a stone went flying through the air."Take dat. Hit yuh, didn't it? Skeer Miss Dimple outen her senses, willyuh? Yuh gre't, ugly black crittur!" and rock after rock came with suchforce and precision that the unfortunate snake, in a few minutes, was"daid as a do' nail," as Bubbles expressed it.

  Dimple clung to her mother, trembling with fright, even after the snakewas killed.

  "Is it dead, really dead? Oh, Bubbles!" she quavered. "What would I havedone if you hadn't been so brave?"

  Bubbles laughed. "Dat wan't no snake to pison yuh," she said. "Itcouldn't hurt yuh. All it could do was to race yuh."

  "Don't talk about it," said Dimple, shuddering. "Do let us leave it, andgo back."

  But Bubbles was too proud of her performance to allow it to be setaside; so she picked up the snake, and started to carry it back on aforked stick.

  On the way, however, she too fell into a fright at sight of an innocentlittle land terrapin traveling along with his house on his back. "Don'ttech it, don't, Miss Dimple," she cried in terror. "Dey has de evilesteyes. I wouldn't tech one fer nothin'."

  "But you aren't afraid of snakes," replied Dimple, "and these littleterrapins are much more harmless." Nevertheless Bubbles had in some wayacquired a superstition about "Bre'r Tarrapin," from Sylvy, who, likemost colored people, stood in terror of the innocent creatures.

  But when the boats returned, the big snake, hanging over the limb of atree, was triumphantly displayed and attested to Bubbles' courage; sothat she was made very proud by the praise she received for havingkilled it, Dimple generously refraining from saying anything about theterrapin.

  Although Rock did not catch the first fish, he caught the biggest one,and was quite proud of it.

  There was a fire built, and the fish, nicely cleaned, were cooked overthe coals. Florence thought all this delightful. She had never enjoyedsuch an experience, and watched the proceedings with the greatestpleasure. Every one was ready to enjoy the supper when it was prepared,saying that fish never tasted so good, and that the coffee, m
ade in avery ordinary tin coffee-pot, could not be improved.

  Dimple whispered to Florence that there was a secret under the greyblanket; and that she half suspected what it was, but she didn't intendto look. Even a delighted giggle from Bubbles did not cause her to turnher head, but when that small hand-maiden, who was bustling aboutwaiting on every one, offered her a saucer of ice cream, Dimpleexclaimed, "I guessed it! I guessed it to myself."

  "Guessed what?" said Mr. Atkinson, at her side.

  "Guessed that it was an ice cream freezer under the blanket," returnedDimple.

  "Oho! so you've been trying to find out, have you?"

  "No. I didn't try. I only hoped," replied Dimple, gravely. At which Mr.Atkinson laughed heartily; just why, Dimple was puzzled to discover.

  When the supper was over and the baskets repacked, they played allmanner of games till the great round moon rose over the river, and thenthey rowed home, singing as they floated along in the silvery moonlight.

  Florence and Dimple sat side by side, in a sort of waking dream; andBubbles dreamed too, as was very evident when the boat landed, for shewas sound asleep, and had to be called and shaken before she knew whereshe was. Then she blundered along behind the others, still so sleepythat she forgot to take off her precious blue beads when she went tobed, and in the night the string broke; consequently when she awoke inthe morning she found the beads straggling over the floor and strewingthe sheets.

  "Didn't we have a good time?" said Florence, looking out on themoonlight, as she stood at the window in Dimple's room.

  "Yes," was Dimple's reply, "all but the snake. I don't like snakes."

  But the next evening it was evident that Bubbles still bore the subjectof snakes in her mind. Mr. and Mrs. Dallas had gone out. Dimple,Florence and Bubbles were sitting on the floor by one of the frontwindows.

  The air was full of the scent of the honeysuckle, and the katydids werecontradicting each other in the trees.

  "What quarrelsome things they are," said Florence. "Do you suppose theywill ever find out whether katy did or not? I'd like to know what shedid, anyhow."

  "Or what she didn't," said Dimple. "Bubbles, are you asleep?" giving hera shake.

  "Thinkin'," said Bubbles, sitting up straight and rubbing her eyes.

  "Then what are you rubbing your eyes for?"

  "'Cause it's dark. I can't see good," returned Bubbles.

  "I declare," Dimple said, "I never know what to do with myself whenmamma goes out; it seems to me she is very intimate with Mrs. Hardy.Florence, suppose you tell a story."

  "Oh, I can't," replied Florence. "I never could. I never know what totell about. You tell."

  "I don't know any except Cinderella and the Seven Swans, and those.Bubbles will have to do it. Go on Bubbles, you've got to tell us astory."

  "Laws! Miss Dimple," giggled Bubbles.

  "You needn't 'laws,' you know you can, for you've often told them to me;now begin, right away; it will keep you awake if it doesn't do anythingelse."

  "Well," said Bubbles, smoothing down her apron, "oncet they was abummelybee, and a snake, and a bird."

  "What kind of a bird?" interrupted Florence.

  "Erra--erra--bluebird," said Bubbles.

  "All right, go on."

  "The snake wanted fur to git the bluebird, and the bummelybee wasa-flyin, and a-buzzin' so, it made such a 'straction the snake couldn'tgit fixed fur to chawm the bird nohow.

  "'Jess yuh quit yo' foolin',' said the snake.

  "'I no foolin',' said the bummelybee, 'what's got yuh anyhow?'

  "'I ain't had no brekfuss,' said the snake.

  "'Well go 'long 'n git it; I'm not a hinderin'.'

  "'Yes, yuh is,' said the snake, 'I can't do nothin' fur yo' buzzin'.'

  "Then the bummelybee flown off, but he didn't go very fur, he wanted tosee what the snake was up to. He kinder suspicioned it wasn't up to nogood, so he jess watched the snake, and bimeby he seen the bluebird comeup as peart as anythin', and he set down on the limb of a tree."

  Here Bubbles stopped to take breath, and then went on,

  "Well, he seen the snake a-crawlin' along the grass, a-crawlin',a-crawlin', as crafty till it got right in front of the bluebird, andthe bluebird he jess set and looked, and didn't move, or say nothin'.

  "'Hm! hm!' says Mr. Bummelybee, 'hit's time I was a movin',' so he madefur the snake and giv' him one sting on the haid, and he jess rolled uphe eyes, and quirled up ontil the grass; and the bluebird said, 'I'mmuch debliged of you, Mr. Bummelybee. I'm glad to perform yo'acquaintance. I was jess about as nigh chawmed as a bird could be.'

  "'Don't say no more about it,' said Mr. Bummelybee, and off he flown."

  "I didn't know bumblebees could sting," said Florence.

  "Law now don't they?" said Bubbles, "mebbe they doesn't, hit might abeen a wass, wasses sting I know. Come to think of it, hit was a wass."

  "Is that all of it?" asked Dimple. "I don't think it is a very longstory."

  "Laws, Miss Dimple, you didn't reckon that was all," said Bubbles,loftily. "I laid out to tell more, soon ez my tongue got rested."

  "Rest it then, and go on," said Dimple, settling back against a chair,with her hands behind her head.

  "Well," said Bubbles, going on with her story, "the wass he flown off,and the bluebird he flown off, and after a while the bluebird he met asquirl. 'Howdy?' says he. 'Howdy,' says the squirl. 'How's all to yo'house?'

  "'Tollable, thank you,' says the bluebird. 'Ef yuh see a wass comealong--' Laws, Miss Dimple, I can't get along without'n hit's being abummely," said she, stopping short.

  "Well, have it a bummely then," said Dimple. "You don't care, do you,Florence?"

  "No," said Florence, "have it a bummely if you want to, Bubbles."

  "'Well,' says the bluebird, 'ef you see a bummelybee, don't you letnobody take his honey from him, fur he's a pertickeler fren' of mine.'He was sorter shamed to let on to the squirl how nigh chawmed he was.

  "'I promise, cross my heart,' says the squirl, and Mr. Bluebird flownoff.

  "Aftern awhile, up flown Mr. Bummely, and smack behind him comes alittle boy layin' out to git his honey.

  "Mr. Bummely he flown along and went to hide hissef in a big flower.That's jess what the boy wanted. 'Now I've got yuh,' says he, but he wastoo forward, fur the squirl clim' down the tree and popped onto theboy's haid jess ez he was gwine to take off his hat to ketch Mr.Bummely, and Mr. Bummely he flown off, and Mr. Squirl he laugh, and Mr.Boy he got mad, and made tracks fur home, and that's all."

  The girls laughed, and hearing Sylvy call her, Bubbles went out.

  "Isn't she funny?" said Florence. "I never could have made up a storylike that, could you, Dimple?"

  "No," said Dimple, "she tells me the funniest ones sometimes, so mixedup, and I laugh till I can scarcely speak, and she sings the mostabsurd songs; she gets the words all twisted, she has no idea what theymean. Oh! Florence, I do believe there is a bat in the hall. I hope togoodness it won't come in here."

  Florence screamed and hid her head under the piano, while Dimple tookrefuge in the same place, and called loudly for Bubbles, who camerunning in with Sylvy after her.

  "What's de matter? Where are yuh?" they cried.

  "Oh, a bat! a bat!" shrieked Florence, as the creature came swooping infrom the hall, beating its wings against the wall.

  Sylvy, armed with a broom, and Bubbles, with a duster, soon put an endto the poor bat, and the girls came out from their hiding-place.

  "I suppose it is silly to be afraid of them, but they nearly frighten meto death," said Dimple.

  "So they do me," Florence said, "and spiders too. Ugh! it makes coldchills run down my back to think of one; let's go to bed, Dimple. We canundress anyhow, and sit in our nightgowns and talk, if we want to."

  This Dimple agreed to, and they went upstairs to their rooms to find onthe bureau two little white paper packages addressed to "Miss FlorenceGraham," and "Miss Eleanor Dallas."

  "Papa did it," said Dimple, "it
is just like him; let's see what isinside. No, we'll guess. I say chocolates."

  "I say burnt almonds: no, marshmallows," said Florence, giving herpackage a little squeeze. "Marshmallows and chocolates," exclaimedFlorence, as she untied the little pink string and peeped in.

  "So are mine," said Dimple. "I don't think we had better eat them allto-night, do you? Suppose we count them and take out some for to-morrow.One, two, three, twelve chocolates, and sixteen marshmallows. How manyhave you?"

  "Thirteen chocolates and fifteen marshmallows," announced Florence.

  "Well, let's eat six of them, and put the rest away."

  So they were carefully counted out, and the packages retied.

  "Now we will undress and sit here in our nightgowns, till we've eatenour candy," said Florence.

  "Dear me," said Dimple, as the last one disappeared, "I wish we had saidseven of them."

  "Suppose we do say seven."

  "Well, suppose we do," and the packages were again untied and again putup. They had hardly finished when Mrs. Dallas came in with a telegram inher hand.

  "Not in bed yet?" said she.

  "No, mamma, we have been eating candy. Did you see papa put it on thebureau?" said Dimple.

  "Yes, and I have a piece of news for you. Your Uncle Heath will be hereto-morrow."

  "Uncle Heath! I am so glad. Is the telegram from him?"

  "Yes, it just came, and he will be here to breakfast."

  "How long will he stop?"

  "Not very long. Now jump into bed and be ready to get up before hereaches here."

  "Is your Uncle Heath your papa's brother?" asked Florence, when theywere in bed.

  "Yes. Oh! Florence, he is so nice."

  "Is he young or old?"

  "Not so very old, about forty, I think; he is two years older thanpapa, but he looks older; he has grey hair, a little bit grey, not very,and he looks like papa, only he has blue eyes.

  "I wonder why he is coming," mused Dimple. "Now I think of it. I heardpapa say yesterday, 'I am so glad for dear old Heath.' I wonder why.Don't grown folks know lots of things, Florence? And we have to justguess and wonder till they choose to tell us.

  "Never mind, I am going to sleep, and I shall ask him myself to-morrow.Just think, Florence, he is in the cars now, and they are steamingalong, coming nearer and nearer, while we lie still here and sleep.Good-night," and she turned over and was soon fast asleep.